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Chapter 7
Next time I woke, I was lying in my bed with a hulking beast of a man wrapped around me. One whiff of his scent and I knew who it was: Victor. Last night came rushing back to me, the entire explosive experience. Most men couldn't survive sex with me because of blood loss. And I have a feeling most women don't survive Creed's fucking because they literally get ripped apart.
I felt him stir beside me, which caused me to leap out of the bed and have my claws out. He sat up and just stared at me.
"Jumpy this morning?" Victor rumbled, his eyes half-lidded in a contented look.
"Yes I'm jumpy! I just slept with the bastard sent to kill or capture me!" I snapped, horror written plainly across my face. Holy shit what kind of mistake did I just make?!
"I'm not a bastard!" Creed snarled, sitting up and lunging for me. I spun neatly out of the way, before stopping. Holy fuck… Realization hit me as I register the lack of fading claw marks on my arms. The nightmares… They didn't come last night…
"Th-They're gone… They never came…" I whisper, dropping to my knees and crossing my arms across my chest.
"What's gone? What never came? Cuz we sure as hell both did," Victor asked. I snarled at him, my eyes flashing with so much pain and sadness that it was hard for me to not burst into tears in front of him. As expected, he picked up on it, and kneeled beside me, rubbing my shoulders gently.
"I am not about to tell you what makes me act like this, Creed," I snarl, bolting from the room and leaving him to wonder about me.
I stop in front of a portrait of a young girl, who looks remarkably like me, except her eyes are green and she has a playfully innocent smile on her face. I close my eyes and imagine a girl with no face, her bright red hair covering part of it. This faceless girl haunts my dreams. I get the eerie feeling that she's my sister, the girl in the portrait. The same bright hair and laugh are the only beginning indications. I run after her, but every time I'm about to touch her, there's a flash, and her torn body is on the ground. I drop to my knees and howl my grief, but it's always short-lived. My brother and parents come up and shout insults at me in Latin and Gaelic, saying I'm a failure as a sister and feral. I beg for forgiveness, but they just drag me up and tie me to a pyre. That's when they light me on fire, oblivious to my screams. Just as I'm about to black out, I wake.
The nightmares stopped when I slept in the same room, the same bed, as Victor. I hate to say it, but it's a sign that we are mates.
Victor saw it all. The sad and pained look she gave the portrait, her hand going to the pendant around her neck, the light scratches she leaves on her skin. He knew how she felt, at least when it came to nightmares. For him, they never came. He wasn't haunted by his childhood or the wars he's been in.
He heard a slight sob come from the deadly woman in front of him, causing him to look up and really see her. She was naked, and covered in what looked like brands on her skin: tribal wings on her back, a Celtic trinity knot on the inside of both her wrists, tribal wolves flowing with her body shape, and a ring of flames over her heart. She really was beautiful, with her almost black red hair, amber eyes, and voluptuous body. Even with the scar over her eye. He could tell though, that she had been through some crazy shit to be the murderess she is.
She growled low in her throat. "If you don't want your heart ripped out, I suggest you run as far and as fast as you can." Her voice sounded gravelly, and her eyes were glowing much stronger than any other time they had. She looked wild, her claws sharp, and her teeth becoming fangs, her hair becoming wild and unruly. He could see the bloodlust in her eyes, and instantly bolted, not wanting to face a pissed off she-wolf.
Rayvin howled, a haunting sound, and gave chase.
I know it's short, and I know it's got one hell of a cliffhanger, but the best part is next chapter, I promise.
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